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The first is me at 3 in black and white and stripes. A cookie in my hand and he's keeping me from having that second bite.
Skip ahead and to the left and there's MRG's 16th birthday present before Africa temporarily separates our 'similar parts'.
Down 2, same year. A snowman and 5 faces. He's not in this shot but L's brother is still alive there.
Down and left is the cobblestone street and wrought iron gate. I would have killed for some water and a stick of gum.
And pictures of CO. Quieter. Less demanding. Free form fun loving drunk every Sunday by 5pm dive bar.
Somewhere on someone's front lawn in pink high heels with chocolate licorice and bad teeth, an un-neighborly mother and ancient cat.
Sequoia, Ocoa, Pomona, Vina del Mar, Yosemite, and an elevator in Chicago. Oh, and the fluffy, fluffy Bichon. He's my favorite. Take a look.